Campers. Everyone knows them. Masters of the ancient art of doing absolutely nothing. It takes a special kind of hunter to wait, motionless, for what feels like an eternity. An eternity they are not afraid of.

Armed with a shotgun, a silenced pistol, and an endless supply of patience, they are ready. Ready to pounce from their beloved trees, bushes, and every other piece of flora in the Louisiana swamps. One might suspect they are secret dendrophiles, given their peculiar attraction to the vegetation.

While the rest of us brave souls charge headlong into the fray, seeking the thrill of the hunt and the rush of adrenaline, campers remain steadfast. They lie in wait, hoping for that perfect moment when the action finally comes to them. Ten minutes? Twenty? An hour? Time is but a trivial matter to the camper.

So, here’s to the campers: the silent spectators, the unseen lurkers, the champions of i...nothing. May your eternal wait be as uneventful as your contribution to the game. While we hunt for glory, you wait for... well, you wait.

Happy (in)action, dear campers.